Spontaneous Conversation
I’m a member of a mile high club through chance.
Last year I was going through a very messy break-up which messed up my life to no end. It was a long distance relationship for a while as I was living in the UK at the time and she cheated on me repeatedly while keeping me in the dark. What’s more is that almost all our shared friends knew and none of them told me either.
Anyhow, I was flying home for a much deserved break, flying to Frankfurt to catch my connecting flight. It was one of them smaller Airbus planes with two row of seats (three on each side). I had the aisle seat as always but was happy that my two adjacent seats were empty and I could be left alone to myself. But all of a sudden there comes this tall and fit looking girl asking if I can let her in as she is sitting right next to me.
She was very friendly and a nice conversation starter. It turned out that she was a flight attendant for the same airlines I was flying with, catching a free flight home for an extended holiday before she was back in circulation for the busy Christmas flying season.
I am an avid aviation enthusiast and took this as a chance to ask endless questions about how they do what they do which were all answered very thoroughly every time. She also asked about me and why I looked so depressed and I told her about the break-up and how it happened. She was a great listener and as the first person whom I told the ordeal to she was very sympathetic towards the whole thing.
Anyhow, as part of our conversation we talked about how they might rest in the plane on long flights and she told me how there are these bunk beds either in the back of the plane or on the lower floors (accessible via a cramped elevator) that they can disappear to during long flights to take a nap. After hearing my ordeal she suggested to give me a tour of the service area to cheer me up which I happily accepted. She went in the back and after a while came back and asked me to follow her.
It was fascinating to say the least, but the most unexpected part was she was openly coming on to me which I gladly complied. We ended up getting it on in the service toilet in the back. It was great.
While we never exchanged phone numbers or kept in touch, at that stage in my life I was so hurt and so abandoned I was too damn broken to function. That spontaneous conversation and things that happened afterwards were the only thing that kept me sane somehow.
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